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Salem, night
Dr. Wilhelm Rolf glanced over his shoulder again. The aging MD ducked into an empty alleyway. The night was typical of the Midwest this time of year; crisp, cold, clear. Overhead a smattering of stars could be seen between wispy clouds. A thin layer of freezing spray from the lake had coated the sidewalks near the pier making walking a treacherous proposition. Pulling his fedora lower and the collar of his trench coat higher he peeked out at the street curiously looking both ways before resuming his journey. The street appeared deserted. He wasn’t in any immediate danger, or so he hoped. His intended destination the vaunted Salem insinuation the Brady Pub was only a few block away. He had made it this far. A couple more streets wouldn’t kill him, he hoped.
Dr. Rolf knew he was taking a huge risk returning to Salem and especially seeking out the Brady Clan. The often labelled, in his opinion by jealous, misguided others, “mad scientist” and one time primary, personal physician of the infamous master criminal Stefano Dimera entertained no illusions concerning his likely fate. By tomorrow morning perhaps sooner he’d be cooling his heels in a holding cell care of the Salem PD. Much of the information he planned on divulging would no doubt make the Bradys, and their friends the Hortons, justifiably furious. The hot headed Bo Brady and John Black would surely give him at least a moderate beating once the full truth was known. Granted he had been involved in terrible schemes against Marlena Black and Hope Brady, not to mention John himself. The things he’d done were beyond unethical. Facing their collective wrath was not an option he relished. However it was better than the alternative. Who knows perhaps they’d look on the bright side? He would be giving them their lives back in a way. If not for his information they’d probably never know the complete truth. Stefano or that dastardly Andre certainly would never tell that much was certain.
Lost in thought Dr. Rolf tripped on an icy patch of sidewalk. With a loud groan he regained his footing several minutes later. Gingerly he put weight on his twisted left ankle. Barely suppressing a gasp of pain Dr. Rolf slowly limped up the street. Mentally he cursed himself for not paying attention. He didn’t need a leg injury on top of his existing problems.
Checking his wristwatch Dr. Rolf swore. It was nearly midnight local time on a Wednesday night. He remembered from his time in Salem the Brady Pub usually closed by twelve am on weeknights, except on special occasions such as Saint Patrick’s Day. If he didn’t get there soon he’d be out of luck. He knew spending a night on the streets would spell certain doom. He could always turn himself in. However without a special guard he highly doubted the blatantly incompetent Salem PD could protect him. No, his only choice was to soldier on. It was Brady Pub or failure.
Half limping half dragging his rapidly numbing left foot Dr. Rolf continued on. Across the street from his destination he took a breather. Leaning up against a building he sucked in oxygen. His lungs burned from the frigid winter air. Steadying himself he pushed off the brick wall. He’d come this far now the final push.
A finger tapped his back. Whirling around out of sheer instinct Dr. Rolf found himself impaled on a steel pike. The implement of destruction lodged firmly in his lower chest. He tried to speak but only a steady stream of blood dribbled out of his mouth. Dominating his field of vision was a grey clocked grim reaper like character. A shinny steel skull with lifeless neon red eyes stared at Dr. Rolf. The phantom’s form was clad in black except for grey boots, a steel gloved right hand, steel arm & knee pads and grey belt. The left hand had been replaced by a steel hook type weapon. A weapon now firmly embedded in Dr. Rolf’s inners.
“Dr. Rolf you disappoint me.” An electronically distorted voice proclaimed. “Coming here was the obvious choice. Your lack of ingenuity makes me contemplate why Stefano held you in such high regard. Could it be you’ve lost your legendary touch? None escape Charon. A lesson you have now learned firsthand. I shall visit justice upon your brethren with equal ease. Your angel of death has arrived.” Charon brutally withdrew his hook from Dr. Rolf’s broken body with a sickening twist of his left arm, dislodging a clump of viscera with it. Scraping his stained hook along the brick wall Charon whistled the Bible rhyme “all the little rabbits in the field of corn.”
The slain Dr. Rolf lay in a puddle of his own bodily fluids until he was found the following morning when he was discovered by the shop owner who rented the building where Rolf met his fate. When the Salem PD searched the body they found a bloodstained note addressed to the Brady & Horton Families which caused a great deal of buzz. The note read –
'If you are reading this I have perished. I am truly sorry. I have caused much suffering in my life while in the employ of the Dimera Family, in particular Stefano. I only hope in death I can make amends. An extremely dangerous individual known as Charon will stop at nothing to make sure the truth about Stefano’s many schemes never see the light of day. Don’t be fooled Charon is no friend of the Dimeras rather this individual has an agenda that involves suppressing the facts for reasons. Charon and his followers are targeting current and former Dimera medical staff with backgrounds in genetic research. Years ago using cutting edge technology I spearheaded a team project codenamed Operation Ouroboros. Our work took place deep in the rainforest of South America. The Gemini Twins, Rex and Cassie, were an early product of efforts. Unfortunately time and material constraints do not permit a full recounting of Operation Ouroboros here. Suffice to say once you learn the facts your lives will be changed in ways you could scarcely believe. No matter what you must uncover the truth. The very future of Salem depends upon it. Please heed my words, while you still can. Save the innocent, find the other Dimera doctors'.
Turning over the note in his hand Commissioner Roman Brady made a decision. Picking up the phone he dialed a familiar number. He waited impatiently for the party on the other end to pick up.
“Hello little brother,” Roman began then paused. “I think we finally caught a break in the Dimera case. Nah, the old man’s still on the lamb has been ever since Junior’s demise. Listen remember Stefano’s creepy scientist pal Doctor Wilhelm Rolf.” Roman read from the official police report which was strewn across his desk. “The same, yeah well Dr. Rolf got himself murdered across the street from the Pub late last night. Don’t worry it was closed at the time. Things get stranger from there. Dr. Rolf had a hand written note on him stating a yahoo named Charon is behind the murder. Seems this Charon is targeting former Dimera employees involved in genetic research. According to Rolf’s note they all worked on something called Operation Ouroboros back in the day. Oh it gets better the note states Operation Ouroboros produced Cassie and Rex. I’m not kidding. It also states there are secrets that affect the Brady and Horton families, secrets that are part of Ouroboros. Secrets that Charon wants hidden and is willing to kill to see that they are, now I don’t know about you but I think this could be what we need. All of Stefano’s dirty laundry ripe for the picking, what say you little brother are you coming home? I knew you couldn’t resist, see you soon.” Roman finished grinning he hung up the phone.
To Be Continued
Please tell me why you think. Should I continue?
Note -
Hi my fellow Days fans. Seeing how TIIC will likely never truly resolve the Dimera Clan vs the people of Salem storyline and all the assorted unanswered questions surrounding Stefano's various crimes, I've decided to write a conclusion of my own as this epic piece of fanfiction. Now I need your help so that I cover everything in the story arch of importance. For example I know the murky status of John Black must be resolved along with whatever Alice Horton allegedly had on Stefano/the Dimeras. What else springs to your minds that you'd like addressed in my swashbuckling adventure?
All characters appearing in Days of Our Lives are copyright NBC and Corday Productions. No infringements of these copyrights are intended, and are not authorized by the copyright holder.
All original characters are the property of Celgress.
Days of Our Lives Vendetta: Prologue
By
Celgress
Salem, night
Dr. Wilhelm Rolf glanced over his shoulder again. The aging MD ducked into an empty alleyway. The night was typical of the Midwest this time of year; crisp, cold, clear. Overhead a smattering of stars could be seen between wispy clouds. A thin layer of freezing spray from the lake had coated the sidewalks near the pier making walking a treacherous proposition. Pulling his fedora lower and the collar of his trench coat higher he peeked out at the street curiously looking both ways before resuming his journey. The street appeared deserted. He wasn’t in any immediate danger, or so he hoped. His intended destination the vaunted Salem insinuation the Brady Pub was only a few block away. He had made it this far. A couple more streets wouldn’t kill him, he hoped.
Dr. Rolf knew he was taking a huge risk returning to Salem and especially seeking out the Brady Clan. The often labelled, in his opinion by jealous, misguided others, “mad scientist” and one time primary, personal physician of the infamous master criminal Stefano Dimera entertained no illusions concerning his likely fate. By tomorrow morning perhaps sooner he’d be cooling his heels in a holding cell care of the Salem PD. Much of the information he planned on divulging would no doubt make the Bradys, and their friends the Hortons, justifiably furious. The hot headed Bo Brady and John Black would surely give him at least a moderate beating once the full truth was known. Granted he had been involved in terrible schemes against Marlena Black and Hope Brady, not to mention John himself. The things he’d done were beyond unethical. Facing their collective wrath was not an option he relished. However it was better than the alternative. Who knows perhaps they’d look on the bright side? He would be giving them their lives back in a way. If not for his information they’d probably never know the complete truth. Stefano or that dastardly Andre certainly would never tell that much was certain.
Lost in thought Dr. Rolf tripped on an icy patch of sidewalk. With a loud groan he regained his footing several minutes later. Gingerly he put weight on his twisted left ankle. Barely suppressing a gasp of pain Dr. Rolf slowly limped up the street. Mentally he cursed himself for not paying attention. He didn’t need a leg injury on top of his existing problems.
Checking his wristwatch Dr. Rolf swore. It was nearly midnight local time on a Wednesday night. He remembered from his time in Salem the Brady Pub usually closed by twelve am on weeknights, except on special occasions such as Saint Patrick’s Day. If he didn’t get there soon he’d be out of luck. He knew spending a night on the streets would spell certain doom. He could always turn himself in. However without a special guard he highly doubted the blatantly incompetent Salem PD could protect him. No, his only choice was to soldier on. It was Brady Pub or failure.
Half limping half dragging his rapidly numbing left foot Dr. Rolf continued on. Across the street from his destination he took a breather. Leaning up against a building he sucked in oxygen. His lungs burned from the frigid winter air. Steadying himself he pushed off the brick wall. He’d come this far now the final push.
A finger tapped his back. Whirling around out of sheer instinct Dr. Rolf found himself impaled on a steel pike. The implement of destruction lodged firmly in his lower chest. He tried to speak but only a steady stream of blood dribbled out of his mouth. Dominating his field of vision was a grey clocked grim reaper like character. A shinny steel skull with lifeless neon red eyes stared at Dr. Rolf. The phantom’s form was clad in black except for grey boots, a steel gloved right hand, steel arm & knee pads and grey belt. The left hand had been replaced by a steel hook type weapon. A weapon now firmly embedded in Dr. Rolf’s inners.
“Dr. Rolf you disappoint me.” An electronically distorted voice proclaimed. “Coming here was the obvious choice. Your lack of ingenuity makes me contemplate why Stefano held you in such high regard. Could it be you’ve lost your legendary touch? None escape Charon. A lesson you have now learned firsthand. I shall visit justice upon your brethren with equal ease. Your angel of death has arrived.” Charon brutally withdrew his hook from Dr. Rolf’s broken body with a sickening twist of his left arm, dislodging a clump of viscera with it. Scraping his stained hook along the brick wall Charon whistled the Bible rhyme “all the little rabbits in the field of corn.”
The slain Dr. Rolf lay in a puddle of his own bodily fluids until he was found the following morning when he was discovered by the shop owner who rented the building where Rolf met his fate. When the Salem PD searched the body they found a bloodstained note addressed to the Brady & Horton Families which caused a great deal of buzz. The note read –
'If you are reading this I have perished. I am truly sorry. I have caused much suffering in my life while in the employ of the Dimera Family, in particular Stefano. I only hope in death I can make amends. An extremely dangerous individual known as Charon will stop at nothing to make sure the truth about Stefano’s many schemes never see the light of day. Don’t be fooled Charon is no friend of the Dimeras rather this individual has an agenda that involves suppressing the facts for reasons. Charon and his followers are targeting current and former Dimera medical staff with backgrounds in genetic research. Years ago using cutting edge technology I spearheaded a team project codenamed Operation Ouroboros. Our work took place deep in the rainforest of South America. The Gemini Twins, Rex and Cassie, were an early product of efforts. Unfortunately time and material constraints do not permit a full recounting of Operation Ouroboros here. Suffice to say once you learn the facts your lives will be changed in ways you could scarcely believe. No matter what you must uncover the truth. The very future of Salem depends upon it. Please heed my words, while you still can. Save the innocent, find the other Dimera doctors'.
Turning over the note in his hand Commissioner Roman Brady made a decision. Picking up the phone he dialed a familiar number. He waited impatiently for the party on the other end to pick up.
“Hello little brother,” Roman began then paused. “I think we finally caught a break in the Dimera case. Nah, the old man’s still on the lamb has been ever since Junior’s demise. Listen remember Stefano’s creepy scientist pal Doctor Wilhelm Rolf.” Roman read from the official police report which was strewn across his desk. “The same, yeah well Dr. Rolf got himself murdered across the street from the Pub late last night. Don’t worry it was closed at the time. Things get stranger from there. Dr. Rolf had a hand written note on him stating a yahoo named Charon is behind the murder. Seems this Charon is targeting former Dimera employees involved in genetic research. According to Rolf’s note they all worked on something called Operation Ouroboros back in the day. Oh it gets better the note states Operation Ouroboros produced Cassie and Rex. I’m not kidding. It also states there are secrets that affect the Brady and Horton families, secrets that are part of Ouroboros. Secrets that Charon wants hidden and is willing to kill to see that they are, now I don’t know about you but I think this could be what we need. All of Stefano’s dirty laundry ripe for the picking, what say you little brother are you coming home? I knew you couldn’t resist, see you soon.” Roman finished grinning he hung up the phone.
To Be Continued
Please tell me why you think. Should I continue?
Note -
Hi my fellow Days fans. Seeing how TIIC will likely never truly resolve the Dimera Clan vs the people of Salem storyline and all the assorted unanswered questions surrounding Stefano's various crimes, I've decided to write a conclusion of my own as this epic piece of fanfiction. Now I need your help so that I cover everything in the story arch of importance. For example I know the murky status of John Black must be resolved along with whatever Alice Horton allegedly had on Stefano/the Dimeras. What else springs to your minds that you'd like addressed in my swashbuckling adventure?